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May 31, 2006
This is a test of the automated system.
Testing... yada yada yada...
Posted by Addison at 08:25 PM
Who's on First Revisited
George: Condi! Nice to see you. What's happening?
Condi: Sir, I have the report here about the new
leader of China.
George: Great. Lay it on me.
Condi: Hu is the new leader of China.
George: That's what I want to know.
Condi: That's what I'm telling you.
George: That's what I'm asking you. Who is the new
leader of China?
Condi: Yes.
George: I mean the fellow's name.
Condi: Hu.
George: The guy in China.
Condi: Hu.
George: The new leader of China.
Condi: Hu.
George: The main man in China!
Condi: Hu is leading China.
George: Now whaddya' asking me for?
Condi: I'm telling you, Hu is leading China.
George: Well, I'm asking you. Who is leading China?
Condi: That's the man's name.
George: That's who's name?
Condi: Yes.
George: Will you, or will you not, tell me the name of
the new leader of China?
Condi: Yes, sir.
George: Yassir? Yassir Arafat is in China? I thought
he's dead in the Middle East.
Condi: That's correct.
George: Then who is in China?
Condi: Yes, sir.
George: Yassir is in China?
Condi: No, sir.
George: Then who is?
Condi: Yes, sir.
George: Yassir?
Condi: No, sir.
George: Look Condi. I need to know the name of the new
leader of China. Get me the Secretary General of the
U.N. on the phone.
Condi: Kofi?
George: No, thanks.
Condi: You want Kofi?
George: No.
Condi: You don't want Kofi.
George: No. But now that you mention it, I could use a
glass of milk. And then get me the U.N.
Condi: Yes, sir.
George: Not Yassir! The guy at the UN.
Condi: Kofi?
George: Milk! Will you please make the call?
Condi: And call who?
George: Who is the guy at the U.N?
Condi: Hu is the guy in China.
George: Will you stay out of China?!
Condi: Yes, sir.
George: And stay out of the Middle East! Just get me
the guy at the U.N.
Condi: Kofi.
George: All right! With cream and two sugars. Now get
on the phone!
Posted by Addison at 04:09 PM | Comments (5)
May 30, 2006
Fixed... I think
My apologies fair readers. Things got quite a bit hairy. I attmepted to update to Movable Type 3.2. In the process I deleted all my config. (!) Oh well. Things should be working fine now. Again, I apologize. In the process, the last post was not posted right, but it's online now. So, you might want to check out the last few posts.
I think all the problems are behind me now. Things are looking good.
Posted by Addison at 04:36 PM | Comments (3)
May 29, 2006
Illegal Immigrants Poem
Slightly prejudiced, very funny, sadly true...
I cross ocean,
poor and broke,
Take bus,
see employment folk.
Nice man treat me
good in there,
Say I need to
see welfare.
Welfare say,
"You come no more,
We send cash
right to your door."
Welfare checks,
they make you wealthy,
Medicaid it keep
you healthy!
By and by,
I got plenty money,
Thanks to you,
American dummy.
Write to friends
in motherland,
Tell them 'come
fast as you can.'
They come in turbans
and Ford trucks,
I buy big house
with welfare bucks
They come here,
we live together,
More welfare checks,
it gets better!
Fourteen families,
they moving in,
But neighbor's patience
wearing thin.
Finally, white guy
moves away,
Now I buy his house,
and then I say,
"Find more aliens
for house to rent."
And in the yard
I put a tent.
Send for family
they just trash,
But they, too,
draw the welfare cash!
Everything is
very good,
And soon we
own the neighborhood.
We have hobby
it's called breeding,
Welfare pay
for baby feeding.
Kids need dentist?
Wife need pills?
We get free!
We got no bills!
American crazy!
He pay all year,
To keep welfare
running here.
We think America
darn good place!
Too darn good for
the white man race.
If they no like us,
they can scram,
Got lots of room in
Pakistan.
Posted by Addison at 12:15 PM
May 28, 2006
Tinkerings
Hmmm. Things seem to be not working right. For some reason, some posts didn't get published over the latter part of the week. While I find a solution to the problem, you might want to read the last five entires or so, because they are probably new to you. Sorry about this. I'll try and see what the problem is.
Posted by Addison at 08:13 PM
Link: Marriage proposal at the new 5th Avenue Apple Store
Marriage proposal at the new 5th Avenue Apple Store
One wonders whether this man is amzingly desperate, or amazingly creative.
Posted by Addison at 08:09 PM
May 27, 2006
Link: Tom Cruise Kills Oprah
Posted by Addison at 12:04 PM | Comments (2)
May 26, 2006
What an idea!
You really have no clue how many times I've considered this, only to dismiss it as "cruel and unsual"...
Posted by Addison at 12:02 PM
May 25, 2006
Link: The Network Administrator
www.thenetworkadministrator.com
This site is awesome. For people like me anyway. It's got some really funny stuff on it if you know where to look...
Posted by Addison at 12:57 PM
May 24, 2006
Teens and their Brains Part 2
I didn't know a part 2 was coming. Nonetheless, here it is. I sort of have another point on it. If you missed it, or just don't remember, you may see it here. I wanted to make this point. What is the core quality behind both genius and idiocy? It is enthusiasm. I am a very enthusiastic person. Oftentimes, this is read as being "hyper". No. Being enthusiastic is something that should be savored while it is here. When you're my parents age, one has no enthusiasm; or very little at best. So; in closing, then, I'm not hyper. I'm enthusiastic. And, when channeled properly, that is a great thing.
Posted by Addison at 12:30 PM | Comments (5)
May 23, 2006
The Man I Once Was Part 2
For example, at work, I oftentimes find myself musing about the most curious things. I see elderly people walk the mall. In their day, it would have been most shocking to see some of the things that I see on a daily basis. Examples would include dyed hair, piercings, etc. But, there is no outcry from them, as a result of the social conditioning that they've had. They've seen it from the very beginning. So, the shrug it off. The same is true with sin. My appilcation with yesterday's post is this: with age comes a knowledge of things that, one doesn't want a knowledge of. I find this happening to me a lot lately. It stinks.
Posted by Addison at 12:52 PM | Comments (2)
May 22, 2006
The Man I Once Was Part 1
The man I once was, I am not. Why? The likely excuses come to mind. I have changed as a result of age. Unfortunately, not always is the change for the better. Age is a curse. The eternally youthful person is the envy of everyone. No, not the wrinkles, and the smarts. Those are benefits of age. The curse is in the fact that, there is something to be said for child-like innocence. It is lost with age. Simple things, once viewed as amusing are now a "bother". Complex things that could be put aside are now forcibly shoved in one's face. I find it to be a cumbersome load of (for lack of a better term), trash. It gets heavier and heavier. It's usually a matter of knowledge. As a child, one is not aware of the harsh, brutal, and cruel reality of life. However, with age, the horrible truths become apparent. This is very much undesired. One becomes a monster with age.
Posted by Addison at 12:43 PM | Comments (7)
May 20, 2006
50 Things To Do In an Elevator
1. Make racecar noises when anyone gets on or off.
2. Draw a little square on the floor with chalk and announce to the other passengers that this is your "personal space."
3. Grimace painfully while smacking your forehead and muttering: "Shut up, dangit, all of you just shut UP!"
4. Whistle the first seven notes of "It's a Small World" incessantly.
5. Sell Girl Scout cookies.
6. On a long ride, sway side to side at the natural frequency of the elevator.
7. Shave.
8. Crack open your briefcase or purse, and while peering inside ask: "Got enough air in there?"
9. Offer nametags to everyone getting on the elevator. Wear yours upside-down.
10. Stand silent and motionless in the corner, facing the wall, without getting off.
11. When arriving at your floor, grunt and strain to yank the doors open, then act embarrassed when they open by themselves.
12. Lean over to another passenger and whisper: "Noogie patrol coming!"
13. Greet everyone getting on the elevator with a warm handshake and ask him or her to call you Admiral.
14. One word: Flatulence!
15. On the highest floor, hold the door open and demand that it stay open until you hear the penny you dropped down the shaft go "plink" at the bottom.
16. Do Tai Chi exercises.
17. Stare, grinning, at another passenger for a while, and then announce: "I've got new socks on!"
18. When at least 8 people have boarded, moan from the back: "Oh, not now, blasted motion sickness!"
19. Give religious tracts to each passenger.
20. Meow occasionally.
21. Bet the other passengers you can fit a quarter in your nose.
22. Frown and mutter "gotta go, gotta go" then sigh and say "oops!"
23. Show other passengers a wound and ask if it looks infected.
24. Sing "Mary had a little lamb" while continually pushing buttons.
25. Holler "Chutes away!" whenever the elevator descends.
26. Walk on with a cooler that says "human head" on the side.
27. Stare at another passenger for a while, then announce "You're one of THEM!" and move to the far corner of the elevator.
28. Burp, and then say "mmmm...tasty!"
29. Leave a box between the doors.
30. Ask each passenger getting on if you can push the button for them.
31. Wear a puppet on your hand and talk to other passengers "through" it.
32. Start a sing-along.
33. When the elevator is silent, look around and ask "is that your beeper?"
34. Play the harmonica.
35. Shadow box.
36. Say "Ding!" at each floor.
37. Lean against the button panel.
38. Say "I wonder what all these do" and push the red buttons.
39. Listen to the elevator walls with a stethoscope.
40. Blow your nose and offer to show the contents of your kleenex to other passengers.
41. Bring a chair along.
42. Take a bite of a sandwich and ask another passenger: "Wanna see wha in muh mouf?"
43. Blow spit bubbles.
44. Pull your gum out of your mouth in long strings.
45. Announce in a demonic voice: "I must find a more suitable host body."
46. Carry a blanket and clutch it protectively.
47. Make explosion noises when anyone presses a button.
48. Wear "x-ray specs" and leer suggestively at other passengers.
49. Stare at your thumb and say "I think it's getting larger."
50. If anyone brushes against you, recoil and holler "Bad touch!"
Posted by Addison at 11:33 AM | Comments (8)
May 19, 2006
Xanga needs to be shut down because
Xanga has seriously jumped the shark. The turning point for it's usefullness/uselessness change was adding it's "metros" section. What the heck? Hey xanga, here's a tip, just rename the site from "Xanga" (whatever that means anyway) to "online home for predators to solicite kids who are dumb enough to use it". Really, that's what it is. Especially after they added that metros "feature". If you don't know what I'm talking about, here's a rundown on what it is. It basically tells anyone else on Xanga where you live. Gosh! Everytime I think about this I get ticked off! They've gone from a content site where people can post their stuff, to a portal where scumbags can pick up kids. Also, I've even seen Xanga sites where it's basically someone's letter to someone else that they've broke up with. It winds up being nothing but "it hurts so bad, I miss you so much..." Like that's what I want to spend my online time doing. Goodness! Do I ever hate Xanga!
Posted by Addison at 10:08 AM | Comments (5)
May 18, 2006
Link: Place4Pics
place4pics
Isaac Todd, (my brother) has just started a photoblog. He'll be posting pictures there (semi)regularly. He really has a good eye, and a not half bad digital camera as well. Add him to you bookmarks, and visit often. The road only get's better. I know because I've seen most of the pictures already. ;-)
Posted by Addison at 05:03 PM
The Machine
What is it about The Machine that draws us into itself? Some deny it, some don’t get drawn, still others admit it, dismissing it as a necessary evil, but is it? True, at first glance the things we do with it, or rather; the things it does for us are works of wonder. But is the wonder worth the being drawn away? It pulls much like a magnet, or even like the pull of attraction. We lose sight of other things, and other people. Why? Is it because it offers new worlds to conquer? Something different to do? That is the answer partially. In and of itself, it is not inherently bad. It’s a tool. In that; it is the Great Blessing. It is a toy. In that; it is the Great Curse. Does one need another toy? Something else to dabble in? Something else to try and get the best of, only to say that one has it? If it is used, then it is good, abused, and it destroys and eats alive, like the disastrous crash-course of an infection. It offers massive games that take years to conquer and it offers simple games for an afternoon time-waster. It offers wholesome and good stimuli, and it offers evil, disgusting, degrading stimuli as well. All from The Machine. Many times in the name of amusement, which is really a waste of time. Why spend time enriching one’s game, when one can spend time enriching life with our fellow man, who all to often gets the position of back burner to The Machine. The Machine takes on many different forms. Many times it caters to the aural. Many times, the visual. Always stimulating, always a distraction to the true meaning of life; relationships. Cursed we are; as a result of The Machine.
CURSE THE MACHINE!
Posted by Addison at 12:07 PM | Comments (9)
May 17, 2006
50 fun things to do on a final that doesn't matter
1. Bring a pillow. Fall asleep (or pretend to) until the last 15 minutes. Wake up, say "oh geez, better get cracking" and do some gibberish work. Turn it in a few minutes early.
2. Get a copy of the exam, run out screaming "Andre, Andre, I've got the secret documents!!"
3. If it is a math/science exam, answer in essay form. If it is long answer/essay form, answer with numbers and symbols. Be creative. Use the integral symbol.
4. Make paper airplanes out of the exam. Aim them at the instructor's left nostril.
5. Talk the entire way through the exam. Read questions aloud, debate your answers with yourself out loud. If asked to stop, yell out, "I'm SOOO sure you can hear me thinking." Then start talking about what a jerk the instructor is.
6. Bring cheerleaders.
7. Walk in, get the exam, sit down. About five minutes into it loudly say to the instructor, "I don't understand ANY of this. I've been to every lecture all semester long! What's the deal? And who the heck are you? Where's the regular guy?"
8. Bring a Game Boy (or Game Gear, etc.). Play with the volume at max level.
9. On the answer sheet (book, whatever) find a new, interesting way to refuse to answer every question. For example: I refuse to answer this question on the grounds that it conflicts with my religious beliefs. Be creative.
10. Bring pets.
11. Run into the exam room looking about frantically. Breathe a sigh of relief. Go to the instructor, say "They've found me, I have to leave the country" and run off.
12. Fifteen minutes into the exam, stand up, rip up all the papers into very small pieces, and throw them into the air and yell out "Merry Christmas." If you're really daring, ask for another copy of the exam. Say you lost the first one. Repeat this process every fifteen minutes.
13. Do the exam with crayons, paint, or fluorescent markers.
14. Come into the exam wearing slippers, a bathrobe, a towel on your head, and nothing else.
15. Come down with a BAD case of Turret’s Syndrome during the exam. Be as vulgar as possible.
16. Do the entire exam in another language. If you don't know one, make one up! For math/science exams, try using Roman numerals.
17. Bring things to throw at the instructor when he or she not looking. Blame it on the person nearest to you.
18. As soon as the instructor hands you the exam, eat it.
19. Walk into the exam with an entourage. Claim you are going to be taping your next video during the exam. Try to get the instructor to let them stay, be persuasive. Tell the instructor to expect a percentage of the profits if they are allowed to stay.
20. Every five minutes, stand up, collect all your things, move to another seat, continue with the exam.
21. Turn in the exam approximately 30 minutes into it. As you walk out, start commenting on how easy it was.
22. Do the entire exam as if it was multiple choice and true/false. If it is a multiple-choice exam, spell out interesting things (DCCAB. BABE. etc..).
23. Bring a black marker. Return the exam with all questions and answers completely blacked out.
24. Get the exam. Twenty minutes into it, throw your papers down violently, scream out “Screw this!” and walk out triumphantly.
25. Arrange protest before the exam starts (i.e. Threaten the instructor that whether or not everyone's done, they are all leaving after one hour to go drink)
26. Act completely drunk. (Completely drunk means at some point during the exam, you should start crying for mommy).
27. Every now and then, clap twice rapidly. If the instructor asks why, tell him/her in a very derogatory tone, “the light bulb that goes on above my head when I get an idea is hooked up to a clapper. DUH!”
28. Comment on how good the instructor is looking that day.
29. Come to the exam wearing a black cloak. After about 30 minutes, put on a white mask and start yelling, “I’m here, the phantom of the opera” until they drag you away.
30. Go to an exam for a class you have no clue about, where you know the class is very small, and the instructor would recognize you if you belonged. Claim that you have been to every lecture. Fight for your right to take the exam.
31. Upon receiving the exam, look it over, while laughing loudly, say “you don't really expect me to waste my time on this drivel? Days of our Lives is on!”
32. Bring a water pistol with you. ‘Nuff said.
33. From the moment the exam begins, hum the theme to Jeopardy. Ignore the instructor's requests for you to stop. When they finally get you to leave one way or another, begin whistling the theme to the Bridge on the River Kwai.
34. Start a brawl in the middle of the exam.
35. If the exam is math/science related, make up the longest proofs you could possibly think of. Get PI and imaginary numbers into most equations. If it is a written exam, relate everything to your own life story.
36. Come in wearing a full knight's outfit, complete with sword and shield.
37. Bring a friend to give you a back massage the entire way through the exam. Insist this person is needed, because you have bad circulation.
38. Bring cheat sheets FOR ANOTHER CLASS (make sure this is obvious... like history notes for a calculus exam... otherwise you're not just failing, you're getting kicked out too) and staple them to the exam, with the comment “Please use the attached notes for references as you see fit.”
39. When you walk in, complain about the heat. Strip.
40. After you get the exam, call the instructor over, point to any question, and ask for the answer. Try to work it out of him/her.
41. One word: Wrestlemania.
42. Bring balloons, blow them up, start throwing them around like they do before concerts start.
43. Try to get people in the room to do the wave.
44. Play Frisbee with a friend at the other side of the room.
45. Bring some large, cumbersome, ugly idol. Put it right next to you. Pray to it often. Consider a small sacrifice.
46. Get deliveries of candy, flowers, balloons, telegrams, etc... sent to you every few minutes throughout the exam.
47. During the exam, take apart everything around you. Desks, chairs, anything you can reach.
48. Complete the exam with everything you write being backwards at a 90 degree angle.
49. Bring a musical instrument with you, play various tunes. If you are asked to stop, say, “it helps me think.” Bring a copy of the Student Handbook with you, challenging the instructor to find the section on musical instruments during finals. Don't forget to use the phrase “Told you so”.
50. Answer the exam with the “Top Ten Reasons why Professor xxxx is horrible”
Posted by Addison at 03:10 PM | Comments (11)
May 16, 2006
Castro says he's not wealthy, Forbes story untrue
Castro says he's not wealthy, Forbes story untrue
Like a Communist would lie!
Posted by Addison at 04:33 PM
Paypal
You can now use any major credit card or a Paypal account to make a secure donation to this site. It's tax deductible, and this site does cost money, so, if you're feeling generous, the button is located at the very bottom of the sidebar. It's quick, easy, and I get money! Amazing.
Posted by Addison at 11:52 AM | Comments (4)
Who will go to America?
Who will go to America? I’ve been listening to that song now for about ten minutes straight. It’s awesome. Cuts straight to the heart of the problem that we have in America. The heathen can’t be expected to evangelize, so it’s up to the Christians. Christians have a great burden for foreign missions. That’s great, but who will go to America? America is not generally considered a mission field. Why not? Sinners are dying in America just as fast as anywhere else. More and more people get born every day in America and every single one of them needs to hear the gospel. America is dying. Gone are the days that our founding fathers died for. Our nation is being eaten alive by false doctrine and crooked worldviews. Like an apple shiny and beautiful on the outside, but rotting and dead on the inside. It is similar to the story of the frog being cooked alive. If you would have said to the founding fathers, “how about an amendment to the Constitution to allow homosexual marriage?” they would have thought you an insane heretic. Same principle with the frog. If you were to throw a live frog in a pot of boiling water, the frog would quickly jump out. However, put the frog in a pot of room temperature water and slowly heat it up to boiling, the frog would be cooked alive. That’s exactly what is happening to America. Slowly, over years of instituting evil bit by bit we are what we are today. Divorce was virtually unheard of in early America. Now over half of every marriage ends in divorce. That’s not even counting the people that don’t get married and have kids anyway. I don’t know for sure but isn’t it so that over half of all children born in America are born not knowing both parents in a typical mother/father family institution? America needs people to stand up and be wholly sold out to God. That’s all God is looking for. Oh, I can’t. I’m not a preacher or a missionary. That’s baloney. Not everyone will come to church or be touched by a missionary. What about those people that just live here? I went shopping and as I looked at all the people, I just pondered this thought. There were at least a hundred people in the store including shoppers and employees. Over half are not born again by any statistic. What does that mean? They’re dying. Just dying. They die that very minute and slip into eternity separated from God and tortured in a devil’s hell forever.
Who Will Go to America?
They left their homes in America
To cross the ocean wide and blue.
They carried their cross, not caring the loss
So other souls could hear the truth.
But the light’s grown dim in America
And sin will be our nation’s doom.
We need more preaching in America
For Jesus is coming soon!
Chorus
Who will go to America?
Land of the red, white, and blue.
Who will go to America?
Tell me brother, why not you?
Our Saviour sends His children forth
To go to every land
To the islands of the uttermost
To find forgotten man.
But the most forgotten mission field
Is within our country’s shores
So who will go to America
She needs Jesus Christ the Lord.
Posted by Addison at 11:43 AM | Comments (5)
Link: Pirates Goodies
Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest movie posters and memorabilia
via MovieGoods
Posted by Addison at 09:48 AM
May 15, 2006
Picture: Panning in Green
Panning In Green via Top Left Pixel.
The odd part is the guy's bluish hair...
Posted by Addison at 10:54 AM | Comments (1)
May 14, 2006
Link: Superhero Test
This is a test to determine what superhero you are most like. I don't know which ones it has. I suppose I could juggle the answers around a bit and see what come up, but it's really not worth it. Anyway, I liked it, and you will too. I came back as The Incredible Hulk. Odd, but okay.
http://www.matthewbarr.co.uk/superhero/
Posted by Addison at 05:17 PM | Comments (5)
May 13, 2006
New Blogging Method Part 2
Ok, as of that last post, the blog is now residing at http://addisontodd.com/blog/ just as before. No need to worry about any addresses, or changes, or whatever. Thanks for your continued patience as I am still working on getting the kinks ironed out.
Posted by Addison at 07:43 AM | Comments (3)
Test
This is indeed a test... If you can see it, tis good. If not, tis very bad...
Posted by Addison at 07:41 AM
May 12, 2006
New blogging method
I'm using a new platform for blogging. Here's a quick rundown of what that means for you, and also for me.
For Me:
1. I can edit everything my self. No more evil Blogger!
2. I can set up mulitple blogs. Don't think I'll do this, but a plus nontheless.
3. Links, design, and the behind the scenes will be controlled by me.
4. I can post in the future. Meaning that I can post something for next week, and it'll appear when I want it to. This was the main reason for the switch.
For you:
1. All your previous comments are gone. This really stinks. This was the main hesitation in switching. I suppose that's an excuse to comment more to re-establish your name with my site. ;-)
2. Movable Type will remember your comment NFO so you don't have to enter it every time.
3. The site feed will be available for your favorite newsreader, or FireFox.
So, in closing; if you find anything wrong, or not working, please let me know what happened and I'll get it fixed. Also, DO NOT change your bookmark to the new address. I have it changed for the moment to http://addisontodd.com/blog1/, but it's not going to stay that way. You can access this one via http://addisontodd.com/blog/ and, after I shutdown blogger, I'll move it to that directory anyway. I repeat, DO NOT change your bookmarks or links, if you do, you won't be able to access it in the future. Of course, for some, that might be a benefit... ;-)
Posted by Addison at 06:42 PM | Comments (8)
May 07, 2006
A friend
A really cool picture of a really cool guy, taken by his equally cool sister. That's quite a bit of coolness... ;-)
Posted by Addison at 01:43 PM | Comments (4)
May 04, 2006
Video: Flame!
I don't think I'm going to become a vlogger, (videoblogger) but whatever. I had my brother film this for the express purpose of putting it on the blog. It's really sweet. Check it out.Posted by Addison at 05:06 PM
May 02, 2006
Teens and their brains
To all those who speculate, to all those who formulate and guess, here’s what really happens between the ages of thirteen and twenty, from somebody who knows!The brain is bombarded with extreme severity by two unstoppable/unchangeable forces. I’ll explain. The two forces are Idiocy and Genius.
There are examples to favor this reasoning. We’ve all heard of young people who’ve done amazing things, for God, for Country, for betterment of self, whatever. Young people are often the most successful inventors. I’ve heard of young people graduating early and going an Ivy League school. However, also in the equation are the following examples. Suicide is the most common in the teenage years. Oftentimes life-changing habits are formed during those years as well. Examples would include drinking, drugs, smoking, sex, and other destructive patterns.
The Genius factor
I really believe it is possible to tap into the Genius stimuli, and create something out of one’s self that the world will never understand, and probably couldn’t if it tried. You see, the Genius factor involves service and devotion to God on high. Most teenagers do not have a clue what this really means. When a teenager does this ultimate service thing, everyone in contact with them is witnessing something amazing.
The Idiocy factor
To often, especially in today’s society; teenagers succumb to the Idiocy factor. This is very damaging. At that age, it seems, kids wind up thinking that the old way of doing things, (The way they were brought up, their parents way of doing things.) is to botched for them to follow. So; they end up turning to influences like their friends, who, in desperation, lead them to do whatever seems right at the moment, often ruining many lives in the process. Take xanga for example. There are countless usernames on their like r0llingst0n3s_31. (God only knows if that is a user on xanga.) But it’s really sad that a young person has to have a username that involves a band name, or a movie. Why? Because they’re clueless about who they really are. What they really are is just the next band, or movie. Really sad.
Wrong decisions during this time are so damaging, in fact, that it ruins impressions of teenagers everywhere, regardless of what they are or what they want they want to be. Hence all the remarks by adults such as this one, “raising teenagers is like trying to nail Jell-O to a tree”. Which, I’m quick to remind my readers, is simply done factoring in the proper usage and application of duck tape. They end up viewing all teenagers the same, and not giving any teenagers a chance.
The gist: If you’re an adult, give teens a chance. If you’re a teenager, tap into the Genius factor, not the Idiocy factor.
Posted by Addison at 07:51 PM
May 01, 2006
The Snowman War...
It's been updated... Check it out...Posted by Addison at 10:29 AM
